So, I realized "ye gods, I am fretting. Again.
Or is it 'still'?"
Then I think "wait, what time is it?
Fraking heck. 3 am. What the heck woke me and why am I in a cold sweat?"
Getting back to sleep is not being abetted by the realization that I have two whole evenings to finish up the costume.
I like living on my own. In fact, I am probably rather set in my ways about it.
BUT, it's freaky as all get out to think I hear voices while I am showering. If I didn't completely imagine it, it was likely someone out front of the building, since I have windows open.
But it sure got my heart rate up and, boy, did paranoia kick in.
In costume news.... well, I think I will have something wearable. It may not have all the
bells and whistles I did bells before, didn't I? Um.. all the accessories I had intended. But it should be wearable.
Of COURSE, with all the bones I have, I still didn't have enough of the sizes I needed, but that just means I cut down longer ones.
But there's not a damn thing I can do about the fact I cut the 'v' upside down.
Not a damn thing. Good thing I like it better this way, huh?